Here are some of the things we've learned this week:
This child should not try to suddenly drop his body through the center rungs of these bars. He will hang there by his forehead while it seems to take forever to toss the baby in the sandbox and run the twenty feet across the play area to stop him from flailing and get him out.
(Just so you know, this picture was taken on a happier, different day, before the lesson learned and before the bridge of his nose by which he was hanging swelled enough to completely alter his looks and partially green/blacken both of his eyes.)
Sometimes matchbox trucks go into a VCR easier than they come out.
If I send the five-almost-six-year-old to do his business in a very secluded space between two buildings - I'm sorry, but public restrooms are hard to find and mostly filthy and sometimes holding it is not an option, and besides this is one of the beautiful things about being a boy - when he is finished he will decide to explore a little and will touch the one plant that happens to be there and find painfully that it is some derivative of poison ivy.
If I'm walking home with a boy screaming because of the poison ivy on his finger, I can remove an M&M from the nose of the boy riding in the stroller I'm pushing without even breaking stride.
And last but not least, if someone leaves a black crayon out after promising he would put it away if I would only let him color a little and the baby gets it and very quietly makes crayon scribble murals on the hardwood floor behind my computer chair, a damp rag and a little toothpaste will clean it right up.